Monday, March 30, 2015

A Touch of Flavor Good 'Til The Last Drop Van^Nill^A^Sky



Oh for the sound of the Change to a sudden Hi bounce me a scene,
in the filming eyes of what is Called blinking the See be of a stunner & lead,
to the dungeon of the Strong a Zoo on the stun to first Floor of the 10th rattle on The Charm,
chance a Game critter it Life on the Cricket Tier of the Stacks in the fountain of the Inks.

Trail the echo to the boards that grand the Piano bench to the Tablet of the station on the Player,
to moves Three bee Bounce a Tree to Canoe the Ore and speak a Timbering creek,
for the Flows often are the Mountains on the Steam,
volcanic are the reams that gather to the Collection of the Sea boundaries; label Channels.



Tributes to tributaries the fluster of the Flash Floods don't bed at the bottom of the gee,
coral springs Sand to prints on the land the Orca love the Waves just to seal a breathe,
learning those Banks and Rolls a Pocket full of coals Its the ember of the starters on lit,
gently sigh in Tall owe Gee from the dumpster to the scrubbed it enhances with each a lug.



Tired or Worn the Wares in A Form rank that to touch shoulder to be broader than the stump,
chisel no Mind be grand with the sign to not scatter a breadth but know Farmers Almanac on the lets,
to vernacular machine on the Hand hold crib a course of reason to the Measure of Corn,
in Oats to B.D.S.M. it is the sodium of I owe dine to the lens on the Crime,
past that it is the trouble of the feet in Working it Out on the Smoke Signals plight!!

Mention to those Curbed a Horse for the Bits&Pieces are a Treasury of rides,
directions to say that A Ranch has Cattle sheep and Coffee beans,
coats to supply the Cow with a hide on the lather of the Morning bliss the Mist,
grown on the Coast of The Fog I speak the Ships,
peers to Violin the pain as the Bow is the Arrow of the pen in a say to Land!!



O' shuns have shrunk to the cold in Humanities Flew,
over the Talker to the three Petal plause to kill a keep,
locks hatch scrambled Eggs to Omelet cheese on the Spinach in the pram,
stitch to the Skull a frase to be greet,
a simple notion on the Hell^Owed to be Long in decision to bleed a Screw,
on the bolt of choice it behaves to the Control of the discipline in the sides of Shoed,
to be of the Spice on this life of touch a Rasp; its the File.

Friendly Up to the Closet look at the hangers to cork the Coat of the cliff,
chilly on the edge of reality makes living the day of the clue to bearings of those boots,
gathering a presence of Self in a body of puff is no more than goodbye to the Hello of a roofed,
like the being stuck in the Divide on the Confucius of the rain inch a Tornado touch a rider in the storm.



Now shall the Massive heavy a lip with grates and equipment that branches Anchor by lane,
remember Remember the 5th of November watch the Movie I forgot the quote,
Oh be One Can Know be the Shelter in the thorn of Kinging.

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